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I Love You (That’s All That Really Matters)

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 01.11.2012

I love you
For who you are
And that's all that really matters
Together we have come so far
And that's all that really matters

You know that I will do
For you whatever I can
And I'll be there beside you
To help you to stand
When you need a helping hand

I love you
And that's all that really matters
Yes, that's all that really matters

I know sometimes we disagree
And it really doesn't matter
But what happens to you
It effects me
And it really doesn't matter

'Cause there's nothing you can do
That would change my heart

'Cause it's for always
I vow to say
That even when it's dark
Nothing can keep us apart so,

I love you
And that's all that really matters
Yes, that's all that really matters

It's about the love we share
The bond can't be denied
Flowing strong yet peaceful there's
A river deep inside

When you love you don't count
It's no mystery
That love is meant to be shared
Yeah and let it be

I love you
And that's all that really matters
Yes that's all that really matters


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